Mafia's Obsession [18+]

27.

Ezio

I haven't slept in three days since they took my girl.

Never have I passed a second without blaming myself of what transpired. I'm just so fucking stupid. Was it my arrogance that finally caught up with me?

Because when our eyes solely focus on the wrong direction and Marco has been targeting Stefano Russo and his cousins, the element of surprise instead comes from some Spanish drug lord.

Xavier Serrano Cortez.

That's what he's called. A new name in the dark scene that apparently just starts rising to power.

I know nothing of him. Yet he has enough men to bring us down and snatch her away.

Fuck. I swear I'll kill the motherfucker slowly.

I'm beyond livid.

Every attempt has been made to stop them from escaping Malta, but we failed at each one. They're gone, out of country. Obviously somewhere in Spain.

The next day, I flied back to Sicily, demanding every info from my intel about the fucker. Marco was totally enraged when he learned about the news. That his beloved sister slipped away under my watch. That I failed to protect her.

I let him punch me twice.

If more, we would probably killed each other.

While we were in Malta, Marco has attacked and killed Russos cousins and also thanks to him, now we got Stefano chained in our basement. Still, I'd trade anything to undo it all if I could have my girl by my side. All of this means nothing without her.

Fuck. She surely makes me feel some type of emotions. There is always this fear when she's not with me. Her silly runaway and this. This when I fuck up big time.

We've been trying to reach out to that fucker Xavier for a couple of days through Stefano—after a good broken bone and mild beatings—but we got no response.

That man clearly doesn't give a shit about Russo. I can kill Russo and Xavier won't bat an eye. He has the guts to mess with my shipment for Russo's benefits in exchange for helping his own plans to take her away. Now that he got her, he has no use of Russo. I kinda see that.

He gets revenge on his mind and being as smart as he is, he knows I can't do shit when he has Sofia in his possession.

I kill his brother after all.

And I also can't wait to kill him.

Only torturous death, I vow.

Some valuable info I got about Xavier was from Stefano's mouth. After Marco mercilessly electrocuted him, of course.

Imagine my surprise to find out that he's the twin brother of another Cortez I killed a few months ago. Haste decision based on pure anger and jealousy.

Who knows it'll come back to bite me in the fucking ass?

I started it all. And it'd be wise if I end it, too.

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My worst nightmare just becomes reality. After I have four hours of restless sleep, I wake to something in the mail, sent specifically to my address.

Marco and Allegra are already in my office when I make my way in. A brown envelope which contains some pictures has spread over my mahogany desk. Pictures that make my head boil in fury. Pictures that convince me murder is the only way.

"Motherfucker!" I hiss, slapping hard on the desk while Marco snaps, knocking off a whiskey glass from the side table and onto the floor.

Sofia is the subject of the photographs, tied on the metal chair at some dingy dungeon, wearing the same nightgown from that night.